Quote #25
Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace, Which Love makes for thee!
More from William Wordsworth
- No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery.
- Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees.
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- The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.
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- Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!
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